You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. I should say that having a doubt was enough to condemn it. “You’re burning up. Our ideal had fallen. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. "Where?" she cried.
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